Breaking Through the Bottom of the Bottle
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Five years after Beacon, Jaune's still going home alone as often as not. An unlikely encounter with Yang may have just the solution- drinks, company, and a hell of a lot of pickup lines.
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Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY. Duh.
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[By the third hour, he was flirting back.]
"Yang," Jaune said with a slight hic, "you know how I know you're a boxer?"
"How's that, Jaune?" Yang asked, cheery and smiling but with a composure Jaune had long since lost.
"It's 'cause you're a knockout," Jaune delivered.
Yang chuckled, as much at how proud Jaune looked as anything else.
"You're like pizza," she volleyed, shaking her head. "Even when you're bad, you're good," she explained.
"If you were vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber," Jaune tried.
"If you were a prime rib, you'd be a hunk," Yang countered. She leaned a bit closer. "You're totally a hunk," she 'confided.'
"Was it love at first sight, or should I walk by again?" Jaune parlayed.
"Definitely not first sight, vomit boy," Yang laughed. "I tried not to feel anything for you, but guess what? Eventually, I failed."
"That's not my name, you know," Jaune said with a friendly eye-roll, but not breaking character. "Most call me Jaune, but you can call me tonight."
"Alright, tonight" Yang agreed, "but are you sure you're not part-camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile."
"Good," Jaune praised, then returned. "Of all the beautiful curves you have, your smile is my favorite."
Yang stilled, caught off guard despite herself. "That one was… really sweet, actually," she admitted, dropping character with a slight smile. "If you're not careful, I might think you mean it."
"But it's true," Jaune said, leaning closer and looking at her. "Your smile and your hair are you best features. They're so beautiful I just forgot my next line."
A little red hue began to rise to Yang's cheeks. "Now you're just showing off," she accused without minding at all.
"You flushed, my point," Jaune claimed, but didn't take back what he said. "That makes us tied," he reminded.
"Pinch me, you're so good I must be dreaming," Yang retorted, before swatting his hand away before he could take her up on the offer. "What's your secret?"
"Put a little bit of truth in it, and it all goes better," Jaune said. "What's yours?"
"The same," Yang replied.
"I bet you say that to all the guys," Jaune said, rolling his eyes and not believing it in the least.
Yang's smile froze, and started to cool, before she looked down and pushed herself to her feet instead. "Tell you what," she said, undeterred. "I'll go get more drinks, and no more handicap for you when I get back."
Jaune looked affronted. "You've been going easy on me?"
"You're anything but easy, but I'm wearing you down."
"Don't get cocky," Jaune warned, even as he tilted at an angle. "I can go all night."
"Looking forward to it," Yang said, lip curling in a smirk.
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End Thirteenth Round
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Author Note:
AKA the really short one, which shows change but not much else. This was one of those cases where these few chapters feel and read more like a montage than anything else.
Next one in twelve hours or so.